Summary

The quiet padding of bare feet against the hardwood is the only warning Richie gets before a pair of strong, warm arms slide around his waist. They bring him back to the present moment, grounding him there. Richie leans back into the embrace, bringing his free hand up to rest atop the pair clasped together over his stomach.

“I was wondering where you disappeared to,” Eddie says, hooking his chin over Richie’s shoulder. He disentangles his own hands and twists his fingers into Richie’s, thumb rubbing soothingly over his knuckles.

“Sorry, I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep,” Richie says. “Didn’t want to wake you with all my tossing and turning.”

Eddie hums in response and turns his head so he can press his cheek to Richie’s shoulder, hugging him tighter to the front of his body in the process. “Mm, everything okay?”

Richie pauses for a moment to really think about that question. Is everything okay?